"Xue Ling! Our clan doesn't accept waste, tell him to get out of the car!"
The woman in green shirt said indifferently, her eyes were so calm without any ripples, she didn't want to stay in the same carriage with a loser.
Zong Xueling said rather displeasedly: "Sister Qiurou! He is too seriously injured. If we leave him now, wouldn't we want him to die?"
The woman in green shirt sneered: "You're just a piece of trash, if you die, you'll die! What's so pitiful!"
The woman in green shirt spoke rudely, without any concern for Mu Feng in the carriage.
To her, she didn't need to care about Mu Feng's feelings at all, as he was just a waste and an ant-like guy.
Mu Feng looked calm and was not angry at the words of the woman in blue.
In his eyes, the woman in green shirt is just a clown. Why should he pay attention to such a contemptuous person?
"Okay! Sister Qiurou, I saved Mu Feng, so I won't abandon him! If you say another word to drive him away, get off the car!"
Zong Xueling's pretty face turned cold, and her tone became much more majestic.
The woman in green clothes opened her mouth, glanced at Mu Feng hatefully, but stopped talking.
"Mu Feng! Don't worry about it, Sister Qiurou didn't mean it either!"
Zong Xueling smiled apologetically at Mu Feng and continued: "You said that your meridians are blocked and you can't mobilize your spiritual energy! Then what kind of cultivation did you have before you were injured?"
"Ninth Level of Life Sea!" Mu Feng said calmly.
Zong Xueling saved his life and was his savior. Mu Feng did not want to deceive her about this.
"It's ridiculous! There must be a limit to bragging, right? You're only fifteen or sixteen years old, right? Your cultivation level is at the ninth level of the sea of life?"
The woman in green shirt couldn't bear it anymore and scolded: "Do you know what the concept of the ninth level of the sea of life is? In the capital of Jinyan, the young people who can reach the ninth level of the sea of life are all real influential figures.
All over the world! Who do you think you are?" > Zong Xueling's beautiful eyes were surprised, but she also didn't believe it in her heart.
He is fifteen or sixteen years old, but he has the ninth level of life sea. He is more talented than the top geniuses in Jinyan Capital. This is obviously impossible.
"Mu Feng! Then you can be my bodyguard. Although my family is not a first-rate family in the Jinyan Capital, it is still ranked among the second-rate forces." Zong Xueling said with a smile.
The woman in green shirt looked at Zong Xueling in disbelief. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Mu Feng was bragging.
But Zong Xueling is really crazy to want this loser to be her bodyguard.
"Thank you Miss Xueling!"
Mu Feng nodded, feeling quite grateful.
His eyes were venomous, and he could tell at a glance that Zong Xueling didn't believe what he said either.
But Zong Xueling was concerned about his face and had just accepted him as a bodyguard. This was a disguised way of protecting him.
"Miss Xueling! Since I am your guard, I will protect you and never let you suffer any harm!" Mu Feng said seriously.
"Then it's time to work!" Zong Xueling smiled slightly.
Next, Mu Feng rested in the carriage. Fortunately, he had prepared a lot of healing elixirs in his space ring, and his physical body was strong.
Therefore, in just three days, Mu Feng's injury recovered by 30%, and he could barely walk.
What moved Mu Feng was that Zong Xueling, as the eldest lady of the Zong family, actually took care of him personally and ordered someone to change him into clean clothes.
In order to avoid suspicion, after Mu Feng regained his mobility, he took the initiative to get out of the carriage and became a coachman for Zong Xueling.
During these three days, Mu Feng learned a lot about Zong Xueling and the woman in blue.
The origin of this fleet.
This motorcade is composed of people from the clan of Jinyan King's capital. They mobilized troops and came to Xiliang Kingdom to take Zong Xueling back to the clan.
The woman in green shirt in the carriage, named Zong Qiurou, is Zong Xueling's cousin and the daughter of the middle-aged scribe who leads the motorcade.
The middle-aged scribe named Zong Gaojun is the second master of the Zong family. His status and strength are extremely high in the Zong family, and he has high prestige in the Zong family.
After learning that he had left the Lihuo Kingdom, Mu Feng was relieved.
In the Lihuo Kingdom, whether it was Mu Bei, King Zhenguo Wu or King Qinghong Wu, all wanted to kill him, so the entire kingdom was bound to want him.
In his current state, if he remains in the Lihuo Kingdom, he will definitely die.
Mu Feng planned to hide in the Zong family first and regain his strength secretly.
When he reaches the level of half-step Martial King and controls the Beacon Fire Thunder Heart, he will directly fight back to the Lihuo Kingdom.
The night gradually deepened.
The convoy stopped in a clearing in a dense forest, a bonfire was lit, and the warriors drank and ate meat in groups, chatting happily.
Mu Feng was sitting cross-legged on a boulder behind a bush.
The huge boulder here is both covered by shrubs and hidden in the darkness, and it is directly facing Zong Xueling's carriage.
Mu Feng practices and heals his injuries here. He will not be disturbed by others, and he can also monitor every move of the carriage at all times to prevent anyone from doing anything unexpected to Zong Xueling.
Mu Feng took out a spiritual elixir from the space ring, swallowed it, and then began to try to refine the dust silk in his body.
Mu Feng took a deep breath, controlled the Ten Thousand Bone Spiritual Flames and the Elemental Fusion Spiritual Fire in the True Blood, and began to burn a thread of dust on his neck.
There were hundreds of dust threads in his neck, sealing all the meridians in his neck. , not to mention the terrifying number of dust threads all over his body.
Hiss!
Two kinds of king-level spiritual fires, following the true blood, are constantly burning the dust threads.
What made Mu Feng's heart sink was that the dust silk was so tough that the two king-level spiritual fires worked together to only soften it.
After about an hour, the dust thread was finally burned to ashes by the spiritual fire, and Mu Feng was already sweating profusely.
Although his fire control technique is unparalleled, controlling the spiritual fire to refine dust threads in the meridians is extremely labor-intensive.
Because he needs to completely destroy the dust threads without damaging the meridians.
This requires Mu Feng to control the spiritual fire to a very fine level, and not to be distracted at all, otherwise all his efforts will be wasted.
"This spiritual energy..."
When the dust threads in his meridians turned into ashes, Mu Feng clearly felt that a surge of pure spiritual energy surged out of the dust threads and merged into his body.
This spiritual energy was extremely pure, and the moment it merged into his body, he was shocked and refreshed.
Mu Feng instantly understood that this should be Qiu Xiang's spiritual essence left in Chensi.
Qiu Xiang is a high-level Martial King, and his spiritual energy is much more pure and powerful than that of ordinary Martial Kings. The spiritual energy that Mu Feng absorbed is of great benefit to his cultivation.
"If I can refine all the dust threads in my body and use the spiritual energy contained in the dust threads, I should be able to break through to the Half-Step Martial King in one fell swoop!"
Mu Feng was secretly happy, this time it was a blessing in disguise.
I'm afraid Qiu Xiang wouldn't have thought that the silk threads he originally intended to seal off Mu Feng's meridians would actually be a stepping stone to help Mu Feng ascend to the Half-Step Martial King level.
When Mu Feng was about to refine the second dust thread, the sound of slight conversation deep in the dense forest behind caught his attention...